2. Invitations to public events feel like a burden.
2. Quit the break-room addictions.
It’s been three minutes and I still have no likes.
We’re ghettoes of fat, chemicals, and pixels
The phenomena of seemingly nice men erupting with anger when you don’t go along with their advances is very real and scary.
I’d probably be better off not losing myself in Instagram before bedtime.
I think I probably have to update Insta, but I don’t want to check right now. Once I check, then I’ll know for sure that I have to update and I’d rather die than update my apps. I can’t think of anything more boring.
We come from a generation of over-sharing, and it only seems to be going downhill from here.
My best friends are the reason I am able to get through finals week, the holidays, and any heartbreak.
2. She’ll remind you that four months of college debauchery are worth the one week of pure academic hell.